I’m excited to be a part of this. My wife’s starting a new adventure, one she’s wanted to pursue for years.
You hear a lot of people talking about wanting their dreams to come true, but it’s not often you hear them talk about what sacrifices they’re willing to make. Dreams don’t come true simply because we feel we’re entitled to it. It’s always hard work, sacrifice, and the support of those with whom you surround yourself.
I don’t remember exactly when or how my love affair with houses began. Was it when I attended my first Parade of Homes with my mom when I was ten? Or was it when I bought my first house at twenty-three? Perhaps it started even earlier. After all, I grew up in a small town with some pretty spectacular old homes and architecturally significant buildings.
Whenever it started, it’s grown into a personal passion with very deep roots. Houses are infinitely fascinating to me because they say so much about the people who inhabit them. Materialistic people live in ostentatious homes. Humble people live in modest homes. Warmth and love are palpable in the homes of the kindest souls. A good interior designer can make any house look beautiful on the surface, but she can’t infuse a loveless home with warmth.
Being a life-long student of interpersonal relationships, I suppose it’s only natural that I’d be drawn to residential…
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